Up Every MorningAnd there's a five o'clock me inside my clothesThinking that the world looks fine, yeahYou're lateTrading my time for the pay I getLimiting all the money that I made yetFinding the traffic just to make my wayWhile I live for the end of the dayAnd it's a five o'clock world when I'm so lostNo one holds a piece of my timeAnd there's a long-haired girl in a place I knowTo ease my trouble and mine, yeahYou're lateIn the shelter of her arms, everything's okayShe talks and the world goes slipAnd I know no reason I could still go wrongWhen every other reason is gone, yeahAnd it's a five o'clock world when she waits for meNothing else matters at allCause every time a baby smiles at meI know that it's all worthwhile, yeahYou're lateYou're lateYou're lateYou're late